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III

I wish I wasn't so crooked

Jumping and leaping over things

And keeping secrets to my dark heart

 

I wish I wasn't so flaccid

I feel sulphuric acid

In my throat

I close my eyes and I see photos of burn victims

Clinging to their only infant children as they

gasp for air, they are riddled with confusion

 

Unfortunate life.

 

I am my own baby, I cling to my ****** as if it is some product of the demon.

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Jan 29, 2012
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